𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎

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𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎

It's really warm. I throw the blanket off my body and get up, I can't sleep anymore because of the heat, I go down the stairs to the kitchen, pour myself a glass of cold water, I sit on the bar stool, turn on my phone, scroll through Instagram and smile as I See Tom's post. It's a photo of the two of us, under the photo he wrote "Miss you little sister." I'll write in the comments that I miss him too. I go to search and think about whether I should type in Chris but decide against it, he broke my heart, he doesn't deserve me to look at his story and posts, I know that after we broke up he deleted all the pictures of us I removed it after a month and unfollowed him like he unfollowed me. I hear footsteps approaching Poppy on the wooden floor, my dog is barking, I look down at her, her paws are on my bare leg, I pick her up and cuddle her.
"Where were you little one?" I ask, she licks my face making me giggle.
With Poppy in my arms I grab my phone from the counter with my free hand and walk into the living room, I turn on the TV, Poppy snuggles up on my stomach and closes her eyes.
I feel someone pecking my arm with their finger, I slowly open my eyes and look into the face of my youngest brother Paddy, relief flooding his face.
"Oh thank God you're alive," he says. "I thought you were dead."
"Why should I be dead?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. ,,I slept."
"It looked like you weren't breathing and it took me all of fifteen minutes to wake you up." he says.
I grab my 18 year old brother's arm and drag him down to me, he tries to pull out of the hug but he knows it won't do him any good until I'm done cuddling. Paddy is just a great little brother, my other brothers, the twins Sam and Harry are funny too, everyone thinks we are triplets, but there are eight months between us, we were born in the same year, but not triplets. Tom, our older brother, is the protective one after Chris and I separated. Tom was there for me as well as my other brothers. They gave me Poppy.
"You're cute, Paddy Bear," I say and let him go.
"I'm 18 Jersey." He says and goes into the kitchen.
"Well, I don't care how old you are or will be, for me you will and always will be Paddy Bear." I call after him.
I gently lift a snoring Poppy from my stomach and lay her next to me, I get up and go into the kitchen, try to ruffle Paddy's hair but he is much taller than me.
"You can't reach it, dwarf." he laughs.
I roll my eyes, run up the stairs to my room, grab clothes from the closet, go into the bathroom and shower after showering, I go into the kitchen, it smells like pancakes and maple syrup, my stomach growls at the smell.
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